Mickey groaned at the light peeking in through the apartment. He could feel the morning cold fill the air, he could also feel the warm heat coming from beside him. He smiled as he rolled over to stare at the man beside him. Ian laid on his stomach, his arms crossed, using them to rest his head. Mickey smiled and stared at the sleeping adorable man.
Ian could feel the cold air, he opened his eyes and could see Mickey. He snorted softly and smiled.
"Creep." He mumbled and Mickey smiled.
"I like watching you sleep, you look like a little bunny." Mickey teased and Ian hummed.
"Yeah? Is that all you want to do this morning, watch me sleep?" Ian asked and Mickey giggled then hummed.
"You got something better in mind? Tough guy." Mickey said and Ian climbed over so he could kiss him.
He crawled onto Mickey and connected their lips. Mickey smiled as his hands pulled Ian's hair. Ian placed a kiss on his lips, his neck, down his throat, on each collarbone, which earned him a moan from Mickey. Then he moved to each nipple, kissing it softly. Mickey arched his back at the gesture, he softly giggled. He gasped as Ian moved farther down. His body sliding down onto the mattress. He moaned softly and closed his eyes. It all came to an end when Ian's phone began ringing.
Mickey gave out an annoyed groan, "Who is that?" Ian asked from under the sheets.
Mickey saw that it was a missed call from, huh, he tilted his head.
"It says, Answer at Your Own Risk." Mickey said slowly and the felt Ian twitch.
"Oh shit." Ian said and flipped the sheet off of him.
Mickey sat himself up against the headboard. Ian sat next to him taking his phone.
"Who is that?" Mickey asked and he could see Ian's fingers twitch.
"It's Monica." Ian said back and Mickey stared at him then the phone again, a chirp sound came from the phone.
Ian opened the message then sighed, "She wants to meet for drinks." He said and Mickey rested his head against Ian's shoulder.
Mickey didn't know that much about Monica. Only that she was bat shit crazy and took off a lot. He has a very blurry memory of Monica and his own mom, Laura, being friends at one point. If they were, they shared one thing in common, they both ran out on their kids. Mickey snapped out of his gaze when Ian held his thigh.
"Think we should do it?" Ian asked and Mickey raised his head.
"No no, don't make this a 'we' question, if you want to do it, then I'll tag along." Mickey responded and Ian frowned.
He didn't mean to sound a jerk about it. He knew Ian and if things went south tonight, Ian would not be in the best mood. He didn't want to be blamed for them going, it was Ian's mom, his decision. Excuse him for not wanting Ian to be upset with him, although, he very much enjoyed angry sex.
"A 'we' question?" Ian asked and Mickey nodded.
"Yes a 'we' question, she's your mom, not mine, you want to do this, that's your decision." He said and Ian nodded, understanding what he meant.
He smiled and then pecked Mickey again, "I mean, what's the worst that can happen?" Ian said and then laughed.
"She takes off on us, so what? It's not like it hasn't happened before." Ian said and Mickey snorted.
"I think it will be, I don't know, fun?" Ian said and Mickey grabbed Ian's phone, placing it on the dresser.
"We can tell her we're engaged." Ian said and Mickey exhaled loudly, "Sure." he replied and Ian smiled.
